Gone but not forgottenA Poem by poeticpiersSonnet in tetrameterGone but not forgotten. My father’s bald and wears a wig My older brother shaves his head I wonder is it infra dig Agreeing with what mother said. About masculine vanity. Women prefer a man with hair Though they accept that it might be. Only temporarily there. The hair you run your fingers through By middle age may disappear The only thing that you can do. Is stroke his ego not his hair. He’s still the man you chose to wed. Though his hair may have departed. Wednesday, 18 April 2012 © 2012 poeticpiers |
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Added on April 19, 2012 Last Updated on April 19, 2012 AuthorpoeticpiersConsettAboutI am poeticpiers but system refused to recognise my ID SI I reregistered more..Writing
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